Before I came to Mexico, I got a lot of advice from people as to what to expect and what I should take. Compression underwear came pretty far up the list.
On the first few days, I was wearing a lot of padding, so underwear wasn’t really a question. I’ve worn two different types of compression underwear now and feel able to say what works for me!
For reference, I’m a 32″ waist.
These feel super comfortable and offer me great compression (I bought XS): Sillictor Gym Shorts Women High Waist Yoga Shorts Anti Chafing Compression Running Shorts Ladies Sports Shorts for Cycling Workout Exercise,Quick Dry Seamless Sweat Wicking – https://amzn.eu/d/b21mrjB
I also tried these, they were ok, but even the smallest size wasn’t quite tight enough for me (the smartest on offer was M). Niksa 3 Pack Mens Compression… https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07BPKH343?ref=ppx_pop_mob_ap_share
This morning’s shower was special because it was the first one I’d taken in the smaller bandages. The padding is along the length of the scar with just enough tape to keep the padding in place. This meant that I could pass my hands around the area and feel what it was like for the first time, and it was fucking amazing! Normally, I’d be trying to move my balls around to clean them, but there’s just space where they were. I suddenly feel so much lighter!
Afterwards, Irma the nurse cleaned the area and replaced the dressing. I was expecting that ointment that I’d paid for yesterday; maybe it’ll turn up later. I’m quite happy being naked in front of her. Then there was a knock at the door, I said “come in” and another nurse comes in and assists. I am fine with two nurses ministering to my nethers. I have never in my life felt so comfortable naked!
It’s a lot easier to wee and poo in the minimal dressing (I have just tried both), but I still can’t do both at the same time. So I can’t resume reading on the loo just yet. To wee I have to kneel in front of the loo. Getting up is still a bit awkward from that position.
I hadn’t expected to travel to Mexico and become a food critic, but I do love my food! I’m really enjoying the meals here; today’s lunch was steak with guacamole and a salsa and it was devine!
Dr Miguel Rebolloso came to see me after lunch; he told me that I’m recovering well and that he doesn’t need to see me any more. He’s given me his number in case I have any questions; I really like him: he has a friendly and approachable manner.
I’ve been given some notes on when I can exercise:
- I can return to the gym after 4 weeks and will only be able to use the elliptical trainer (no impact)
- I can do light weights 8 weeks after my surgery and can start running again
- At 8 weeks might also try cycling; I’m told that it may not feel very comfortable at first
I want a full and complete recovery, so I’m going to do as the nice doctor says!
I’ve also been chatting with my friend who came to the clinic last year; he too is recovering well. It’s really good to hear from him.
Marla, as good as her word, came by this afternoon and took me and another patient (Jesse) out to a local cafe for churros and a coffee. Jesse had a different procedure from me (ask him if you want to know what 😛). The conversation wandered towards where in the world we’d each if us had ever travelled. Both Jesse and Marla were very well travelled indeed, and both had been several times to Europe and many places that I’ve never been. The conversation got to a visit Marla had taken to Israel and her experiences of the holocaust memorial. I could feel her deep emotional response to what she saw there; she’s a beautiful yet very compassionate and empathetic woman.
Jesse is a lovely guy, a broad as a barn door, being muscular and fit. He’s a big gentle soul with a deep love of animals. The poor guy is in quite a bit of pain after his operation, which isn’t helped by running up the stairs! He’s going home tomorrow via about a million flights. He could probably do with another couple of days recovery. An important observation: everybody’s recovery is different, general fitness might indicate that a quicker recovery is likely, but it doesn’t guarantee it. I do hope he manages to rest up at home.
In the afternoon, a bunch of us played games in the lounge; Jesse, myself, two other patients, and a few of the staff (Irma my nurse was one of them). We played a version of bingo which used picture cards with words on them in Spanish naming the image. I learnt some fun and interesting Spanish terms as a result!
One of the cards has a picture of a spider on it “la araña” – the Spanish ladies started laughing because “la araña” is also a term used for lady’s public hair. One of the ladies (who will remain nameless) then announced that she was smooth down there.
There was a picture of a pear “la pera”; the problem was the way I said it, I rolled the rrr, which made it sound like “perra” to the Spanish speakers. “Perra” is Spanish for bitch, which made them laugh.
Finally, I learnt that I have to careful how I pronounce the Spanish for “year” (“año”), if I don’t get the virgulilla sounds correct, it will sound like the word “ano”, which means “anus”. Thus, if my pronunciation is wrong, I could make “tengo cuarenta y nueve años” (“I am forty nine years old”) instead sound like “I have forty nine anuses”. Hilarity ensues.
The end of day my third full day as a eunuch and I’m still the only ones I’ve met.
Eunuchorn 
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